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I'm Lejon Mumford from Detroit Michgan. I'm 17 about to be 18 on Nov 28th. I love writing poetry and I actually started after my father passed away in December of 2006. I wrote a poem in his Obituary that i thought was really good, and it took me three months to write again and my baby inspired it in march when i wrote a poem about my father on the internet. It sparked a lot of comments on Facebook so i pretty much have been writing ever since. Although since then my writing abilities have grown and using my two favorite rappers (Eminem, Lupe) I have pulled inspiration from their lyrics time and time again. Oh and i really have gotten alot of inspiration out of Linkin Park also. When I write I'm able to become any one, which means it's a different point of view thus my name becomes Notion because I am a living concept or depiction of everything when I'm holding my pen.

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Saturday, December 13, 2008

A Chocolate Rose



A chocolate rose for a chocolate rose
so sweet the taste as well as scent
insane I’ve went since you fragrance was sent
beating down my door to slightly tickle my nose
oh ye chocolate covered rose
drip thy chocolate and cover me
with a simple roses beauty
let I nibble on petals
taking chocolate craze to new levels
a tulip couldn't do shit to this
dandelion jungle you dare to shake and thunder too
with your chocolate flow,
let your rivers drip, and sprinkle so softly as chocolate mist
and let not one drop miss
take me into you dark chocolate pits
to drink mouth full’s of cho co late
no sweet sips I need be filled to the brim with sweetness
and in my mug pour you gallons,
and as humble as I try to seem you and I both know
that I have a way with words
a certain thing with codes
but believe me I kneel and behold
I give to you chocolate rose a chocolate rose
because a chocolate rose deserves a chocolate rose

Friday, December 12, 2008

Gifted Vision



Sometimes being me means to endure the pain of others
And pain has no color, no sisters nor brothers
But thrives intensely in the hearts of forced lovers,
And this gift I sometimes curse,
Especially when I looked in the blood shot eyes of that girl,
I saw, I mean I saw everything,
The day pain was born with in her being,
I could feel icy tears running down my cheeks,
My arms held down as the penetrate me,
My mouth full of bleed, then hands of three, I was only thirteen
His sweat washing me down,
I scream but I stop, because the black consumes,
And pain stops, I lay back in the grass,
With mom and dad as we laugh, at the cute events of the past,
Before they use to line their pockets with cash,
Then the pain, It reveals itself again so fast
His sweat drips down my thighs to my ass, then to the floor mat
I scream God, the more they pump
Drip sweat and release,
This release was the filth of the earth pooling inside innocence
That now is accused and guilty,
The beating so severe, the birth forming inside me
His fate was sealed from the beginning,
But I snapped out of this eye bound trance,
And continued this early mourning routine human dance
She walked towards me and hugged me tight
With tear filled eyes, and I realized
These people know that I can see
they only reveal so they can make
sure the next truth I write is their story
And being me I was compelled to wrap
my arms around her and squeeze